Though I’ve only been on Planet Earth 23 years, I believe I lived much longer than that. For, every night I open a book then I am no longer here, it is no longer now nor time flows naturally by the physical standards of this planet but by the rules of the hyper imagination of a writer. Because reading a book is a unique experience, each book takes me to a precious time and place and lets me meet people I love, hate or don’t care about, because of this, it is a waste to let the adventure pass unmarked for eternal remembrance, I am documenting my journeys and these are the dim-witted reflections upon the unfortunate books I happen to read.






